I lead my squad waiting for one to snap

Waiting for one to walk on a death trap called a mine

We have no sign of the end of the war

We send messages to our horrified wives

 

I watch as a squad leader leaving a man behind

I stay in line and track for my objective

There is no more compassion

I am loosing my passion for my country and have none for this war

 

I am sore and tired

I don’t want be here no more

I know my life or sanity is soon going to slip away

I pray for my survival but I pretty much know my chances

 

There is no explanation for my mine in these operations

I believe I am not a man but contracted my instincts as my mine

But I stay in line

Even though I could be dying any second

 

I have to make this into a rhyme for you to listen

It’s kind of pissing me off

You don’t understand every man here

Has an estimated 3-week life span

 

Why would any man want to live in this land

All the blood in the sand

We hit ditches made of sand

Were watching our timing saving us and hitting the mad behind us

 

The bodies are so mangled

I cannot tell which man is living

If you survive it won’t matter because were not done yet

Keep tight to that gun and don’t let it go ’til your dead

 

We try to get this through every soldier’s head

But they’re dead before they can interpret it

I sit here as the squad leader with no fear of my death

But am enraged when I see only a few of us are left

 

Is this why I am still alive? Because I’m trying to save every man

But as long as I stand, I still kill more then I save

I spread the land with lead

What’s worse is I spread it with the dead

 

Now I want my end to come as this man.

I can lie on this land dead. I’m done.

I cannot send another man to the ground dead.

I won’t do it again. I give in.